When both caught their breath, Alla again settled into a chair, and Olya, on all fours, approaching her, put her head in her lap.
- I love you, Madam, – said Olga. – You are so beautiful that I’m going crazy.

Let me forever remain your slave.
Alia tenderly stroked the slave’s hair and suddenly find themselves leaned over and kissed her on the lips. At this point, it blinded flash.

Alla looked up and saw Natasha with a camera in his hands.
- Well, well, well, – said Natasha. – I now send this picture Irina, let her fall in love.
- What does she love? – Said Alla.